A Walk Through Astorga

Dena and Ian leading us in to Astorga. The Roman name for the town, Asturica Augusta, is in the middle of the traffic circle

Dena and Ian leading us in to Astorga. The Roman name for the town, Asturica Augusta, is in the middle of the traffic circle.

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As you walk through (and up to) Astorga you get a tour of the history of the town. The Roman name for the town, Asturica Augusta, gives us the name of the of the bygone  Astur tribe whose capital this town once was. The intersection here reminds us also that Astorga was and is located at the crossroads of the east-west Via Traiana and the north-south Via de la Plata that begins in Andalucía. This crossroads and indeed the town itself was important to the Romans because it guarded the mountain roads to the profitable mines. For peregrinos traversing both of these pilgrim routes it is no less important because it gives them an opportunity to rest and gather up their strength before climbing the imposing mountains that guard the way to El Bierzo and Galicia.

At least he has a view of the iglesia de San Francisco!

At least he has a view of the iglesia de San Francisco!

After tackling a steep incline to you are in the Plaza San Francisco and from here history tells us that Astorga was an important Christian Center. So important was it that at the height of the pilgrimage it hosted no less than 21 hospices – this impressive number of hospices was only second to Burgos. St. Francis of Assisi was a peregrino that stayed here on his way to Santiago de Compostela in 1214.

The view from the Jardin de La Sinagoga, a park that shows the city walls that were orignally Roman but have been reconstructed many, many times.

The view from the Jardin de La Sinagoga, a park that shows the city walls that were originally Roman but have been reconstructed many, many times.

The city walls seen from the Jardin de La Sinagoga remind us that Astorga was called by Pliny an urbs magnifica and being one was also heavily fortified. As you look at the walls you can picture the relentless attacks (now happily a thing of the past) that this stronghold endured be it from a Germanic tribe called the Suevi, Muslim invaders in 714, or the French during the Napoleonic Wars of the 19th century. It was this last group of invaders that destroyed much of the remaining Roman wall.

A small part of the Jardin de La Sinagoga

A small part of the Jardin de La Sinagoga

The Jardin de La Sinagoga (it translates to the Garden of the Synagogue) also reminds us that Astorga was once home to a thriving Jewish community. Here in 1073 a synagogue was founded to be followed by a Jewish cemetery in 1092. The number of Jewish inhabitants was such that it supported two separate Jewish neighborhoods. Why so many? It was simply because and almost unique to Astorga that Jews were welcomed and participated in all aspects of city life until their expulsion from Spain in 1492.

Plaza San Bartolomè with the Iglesia San Bartolomè in the backgroiund

Plaza San Bartolomè with the Iglesia San Bartolomè in the background

A slight climb up from the Plaza San Francisco is the Plaza San Bartolomè. For us this was where we had our famous Maragato stew in the Restaurante Casa Maragato II. This plaza is noteworthy for the Roman Museum located in a Roman construction called the Ergástula that before its present-day use was utilized as an access tunnel, slave enclave and a jail.

Link to the Roman Museum in Astorga

The Ayuntamiento in the Plaza Mayor

The Ayuntamiento in the Plaza Mayor

The ornate clock of the Ayuntamiento

The ornate clock of the Ayuntamiento

The Plaza Mayor is a very, very short walk and it was here that I enjoyed an espresso while taking in the magnificent Ayuntamiento with its beautiful 17th century Baroque facade (1683-1704). The clock of the Ayuntamiento features mechanical figures of a man and woman dressed in traditional Maragato costumes striking the bell every hour. Close to here you can also find remains of Roman baths, sewers and walls.

Ian with a backpack worthy of a Giant!

Ian with a backpack worthy of a Giant!

Next on this walking tour and north of the Plaza Mayor is the Plaza Santocildes and here Astorga’s Napoleonic past is celebrated with a majestic lion statute that reminds us of the siege of Astorga which began on March 21, 1810 when Napoleon’s 8th corps, consisting of 12,000 men, including 1,200 cavalry surrounded the city. The town was defended by Marshal José María Francisco Silvestre Santocildes y de Llanos and 2,700 Spanish Infantry. The siege was a stalemate until April 15 when 18 siege guns were delivered to the French. By the 20th, the wall of the city was breached with the French storming the city the next evening. This first attack was repulsed at the cost of 300 men. The next morning, Santocildes surrendered as the French were preparing for another attack because he had almost run out of ammunition with fewer than 30 rounds left per man and only 8 rounds of artillery. French losses were 160 men killed with 400 wounded. The Spanish defenders lost only 51 killed with 109 wounded.     

The Spanish Lion trampling on the French Eagle

The Spanish Lion trampling on the French Eagle

DSCN2439 DSCN2441Very, very close to the Plaza Santocildes is Astorga’s famous Chocolate Museum (Museo de Chocolate). Alas the museum had closed and I missed it but that doesn’t mean you should miss it. At times I felt like the whole town is one large chocolate factory and believe it or not I had plenty of chocolate in my backpack after my stay in Astorga.

Link to the Museo de Chocolate

Antonio Gaudí's Gothic masterpiece El Palacio Episcopal (The Bishop's Palace) with the Catedral de Santa Maria in the background.

Antoni Gaudí’s Gothic masterpiece El Palacio Episcopal (The Bishop’s Palace) with the Catedral de Santa Maria in the background.

Notice the mixture of stone, tile, and sculpture.

Notice the mixture of stone, tile, and sculpture.

My stopping point on this walk was to be the Plaza Catedral where my hotel was located and where also I had the added pleasure of seeing Antoni Gaudí’s Gothic masterpiece El Palacio Episcopal (The Bishop’s Palace). One of only three buildings designed by Gaudí outside of Barcelona, this neo-Gothic palace was designed in 1889 for his friend the Archbishop Juan Bautista Grau Vallepinós. It took twenty years to complete due to  various problems including the death of the Archbishop. Today it is open for tours (alas I could not due to time constraints) and it houses the Museum of the Pilgrimage.

Link to the life story of Antoni Gaudí – A MUST READ!

The construction of La Catedral de Santa Maria was begun in 1471 over the remains of an earlier Romanesque church that was at the site from 1069 to the 13th century. The church was re-built after the 1755 Lisbon earthquake and after the French occupation (1810-1812). It is said that the cathedral’s west facade (1704) and the main retablo – one of the best Renaissance pieces on the Pilgrimage Road, designed by Gaspar Becerra (1558-62), a disciple of Michelangelo and Raphael, – are not to be missed. I did have the good fortune to view and enter this beautiful cathedral the following day as I began my walk up into the mountains of León.

La Catedral de Santa Maria in the twilight.

La Catedral de Santa Maria in the twilight.

El retablo mayor by Gaspar Becerra built from 1558 to 1562.

El retablo mayor by Gaspar Becerra built from 1558 to 1562.

Next time I will devote TWO FULL DAYS to Astorga!!!

Hospital de Órbigo to Astorga – Stage 23

Stage 23 – Hospital de Órbigo – Astorga

Total Distance – 15.0 km

Adjusted for Climb – 15.6 km (accrued ascent 125 m = .6 km)

High Point: Cruceiro Santo Toribio at 905 m (2,970 feet)

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A glorious rainbow outside my window!

A glorious rainbow outside my window!

The evening before in Hospital de Órbigo I saw a beautiful rainbow outside of my bedroom window. The beauty of that sight put a smile on my face and pretty much summed up my stay. Re-invigorated by the beauty and history of the bridge, well-fed, with a clean-looking haircut and animated by the conversations with the lovely Brazilian hospitalera and Marta who was from Argentina, I awoke ready, in the best tradition of all peregrinos, ready for anything, but breakfast was to come first!

Breakfast at the Albergue San Miguel with (from left to right) a French couple, my Brazilian hospitalera, Marta and yours truly.

Breakfast at the Albergue San Miguel with (from left to right) a French couple, the Brazilian hospitalera, Marta and yours truly.

As Marta and I started out from Hospital de Órbigo we noticed that it was a clear and beautiful day. Soon we were on the Camino trail walking towards Villares de Órbigo as we chatted amongst ourselves in Spanish. Soon into the walk we had an opportunity to have a conversation with a Spanish farmer who was caring for his own individual plot of land. He had multiple crops planted and it was obvious that what he planted was for the private use of his family.

Villares de Órbigo in the background

Villares de Órbigo in the background

A beautiful copse of trees on the way to Villares de Órbigo. The peregrina on the right I was to meet later further up on the camino.

A beautiful copse of trees on the way to Villares de Órbigo. Marta is on the left and the peregrina on the right I was to meet later further up on the camino.

Me and the proud farmer!

Me and the proud farmer!

The entrance to Villares de Órbigo.

The entrance to Villares de Órbigo.

The only inhabitants of Villares de Órbigo that we met that day.

The only inhabitants of Villares de Órbigo that we met that day.

I soon was separated from Marta due to her injured foot. It had been troubling her for days and she had warned me that she would not be able to keep up with my pace. I was sad to leave her but continued on until I met a peregrina from Romania. Marta and I had seen her before on the trail but we had not had an opportunity to talk to her. Her name was Maria and I was astounded to hear her tell me that she was 82 years old! She was the oldest peregrina I had ever met and although she was struggling up the hills she was determined to continue on. I could not help but admire her fortitude and determination! She could not keep up with my pace and I did lose contact with her in the hills before Santibañez de Valdeiglesia.

Maria walking on ahead of me towards Santibañez de Valdeiglesia.

Maria walking on ahead of me towards Santibañez de Valdeiglesia.

Santibañez de Valdeiglesia, notice the spire of the church in the middle.

Santibañez de Valdeiglesia, notice the spire of the church in the middle.

Interestingly enough when doing my historical research on Santibañez de Valdeiglesia and Villares de Órbigo I could not find and mention of the history of both villages. What I did find were descriptions of the lodgings available in both places and the fact that both villages had a church with the image of Santiago Matamorros. I did find on a Spanish website a controversial back and forth discussion about which route was the “historical” Camino. Was it the one I was on or was it the route that followed the N-120? I’ll never know and it seems that neither will the participants of that discussion. When I did arrive at Santibañez de Valdeiglesia I did not spend much time there because the church was closed and I did not see much to keep me there. I did run into a group of Spanish senior-citizens from Cartagena that started their walk from the Albergue there. Soon I was past them but was to meet up with them many times on this day.

The group from Cartgena in my wake

The group from Cartagena in my wake

The way forward!

The way forward!

The path through this gentle valley

The path through this gentle valley

A cross and rather stiff peregrino in the distance.

A cross and rather stiff peregrino in the distance.

That rather stiff peregrino was at a place called Cruz del Valle. Everyone stopped here to have their picture taken and to get a little rest because the way ahead was to get a little steeper. DSCN2360

It says something to the effect, "Here is your homage for those going to Santiago." It's hard to make out exactly because words have been crossed off.

It says something to the effect, “Here is your homage for those going to Santiago.” It’s hard to make out exactly because words have been crossed off.

I hope that I'm in better shape than he is!

I hope that I’m in better shape than he is!

Cruz del Valle

Cruz del Valle

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The ubquitous yellow arrow pointing the way!

The ubiquitous yellow arrow pointing the way!

The terrain that I encountered as I approached the extreme northwest corner of the Castilian Meseta was a combination of hills, fields of wheat and large-trunked, long-leafed, Chestnut trees.

Peregrinos on the trail.

Peregrinos on the trail.

A quarry for clay that can be easily seen from the air

A quarry for clay that can be easily seen from the air

To the west were the Montes de León and to the north was the Cordillera Cantábrica. The soil here was red and sandy because it contained minuscule traces of gold. It was the greater concentrations of gold that were found higher up in the Montes de León that the Romans mined. I saw a sign for an old mine but decided not to deviate from my path. Good thing that I didn’t because I soon made friends with a trio that consisted of an Australian husband and wife (Ian and Dena) who were travelling with Jude, an American from Kentucky. Ian and I walked ahead of Jude and Dena and we had a very nice chat as we walked together. I learned that Ian and Dena had started their Camino in León while Jude had started out in Bilbao and had taken the Camino del Norte. She told me how the Camino del Norte was not as well-marked as the Camino Francés and the terrain was steep and dangerous. It was a struggle for her to make it to Santander and she decided then and there to abandon the Camino del Norte and continue on the Camino Francés. I couldn’t blame her as I imagined what it must of been like for her early on when northern Spain was experiencing record rainfalls. Soon we noticed a slight commotion in front of us, outside of what I took to be a ramshackle building. It was La Casa de los Dioses (the House of the Gods) and the commotion was being made by the senior-citizen group that was effusively greeting Davide, the host there. Davide is an exceptionally friendly individual who has lived in a ramshackle deserted building for four years, with no running water, gas or electricity. His one and only job is to greet peregrinos and offer them refreshment and a hearty greeting.

Peregrinos arriving at La Casa de los Dioses (the House of the Gods)

Peregrinos arriving at La Casa de los Dioses (the House of the Gods)

Our host Davide, posing with members of the senior citizen group.

Our host Davide, posing with members of the senior citizen group. One member of the group turned out to be the CEO for the brand of juice products that Davide stocked! The white T-Shirts have to logo of the juice company.

DSCN2374Davide doesn’t ask anything in return for bringing you “Paradise on the Camino de Santiago” but he is so sociable and he has such great snacks that I believe it would be a crime not to leave a donativo.

Here is the FaceBook page where you can make donations to La Casa de los Dioses.

Here is the FaceBook page where you can make donations to La Casa de los Dioses.

Davide has quite a spread and you can have anything! Most people leave a donativo for what thye have eaten or drank.

Davide has quite a spread and you can have anything! Most people leave a donativo for what they have eaten or drank.

Davide and I

Davide and I

As if La Casa de los Dioses wasn’t enough excitement we were about to experience one of those surreal moments that happen on the Camino. For me it was like a scene out of one of those Westerns that Americans were so fond of in the 1960’s. To set the scene, our American/Australian group had just arrived at the Cruciero Santo Torbio – a stone cross commemorating Bishop Torbio who in the 5th century went on pilgrimage to Jerusalem and returned with a fragment of the true cross – at the cross was the Spanish group from Cartagena when suddenly in the distance – out of the blue and reminiscent of a scene from Western film – we all saw a group of horsemen (actually there was a woman amongst them) riding in our direction! The senior-citizens waved and encouraged them to pose in front of the cross with them. As this scene was unfolding in front of me I was hearing the big western-themed music that one would hear during a climatic scene in a Western film!

The Spanish group has just sighted the horsemen

The Spanish group has just sighted the horsemen

Cue the Western music because here they come!

Cue the Western music because here they come!

It was very exciting to see them come amongst us!

It was very exciting to see them come amongst us!

Their pose in front of the cross and the troubador that was singing Camino songs.

Their pose in front of the cross and the troubador that was singing Camino songs.

We saw the horses again in the next town, San Justo de La Vega. They were in an abandoned parking lot munching on some hay and attended by two riders while the rest of the group were enjoying beers in an adjoining Bar. This motivated us to seek out refreshments also! I would get an appetizer of Astorga’s substantial Roman past when  we would have to cross the Roman footbridge that was in Astorga’s suburbs.

San Justo de La Vega at he bottom of the hill with Astorga in the background 5 kms away

San Justo de La Vega at he bottom of the hill with Astorga in the background 5 kms away

From left to right - Myself, Dena, Jude and Ian having a refreshment break in San Justo de La Vega.

From left to right – Myself, Dena, Jude and Ian having a refreshment break in San Justo de La Vega.

Puente de La Moldería

Puente de La Moldería

Astorga as seen from the surburbs.

Astorga as seen from the suburbs.

Dena and Ian leading us in to Astorga. The Roman name for the town, Asturica Augusta, is in the middle of the traffic circle

Dena and Ian leading us in to Astorga. The Roman name for the town, Asturica Augusta, is in the middle of the traffic circle

We still had a steep climb in order to really be in Astorga and as soon as we finished the climb we found ourselves in the Plaza San Francisco. It was in the Convento de Francisco that St. Francis of Assisi stayed during his pilgrimage to Santiago in 1212. No doubt he also saw the adjoining foundation of a Roman villa complete with thermal baths!

This Peregrino did not walk far as we did!

This Peregrino did not walk far as we did!

At least he has a view of the iglesia de San Francisco!

At least he has a view of the iglesia de San Francisco!

I wanted my son in the United States to see that St. Francis came there.

I wanted my son in the United States to see that St. Francis came there.

The view from the Jardin de La Sinagoga, a park that shows the city walls that were orignally Roman but have been reconstructed many, many times.

The view from the Jardin de La Sinagoga, a park that shows the city walls that were originally Roman but have been reconstructed many, many times.

The Roman bath ruins

The Roman bath ruins

The plan of the Roman Villa.

The plan of the Roman Villa.

Here you can see the floor mosaics of the villa.

Here you can see the floor mosaics of the villa.

My next post will amaze you with the rich history of Astorga and probably disgust you with a description of the Maragato stew that we ate just 60 meters from the Plaza San Francisco. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow!